I do believe that scraping a toaster with a screwdriver is a fire hazard in itself.
My dad just made me scrape the crumbs from the inside of our toaster with a screwdriver, because they may be a fire hazard.
- Me: I would make them suck my dick.
- Dad: Natalie, you don't even have a dick.
- N: Where are you going now?
- Dad: I'm going to Myrtle Beach and meeting Uncle Pat there!
- N: You're a hoe.
- Dad: I know, I'm a hoe.
It’s the little things.
Like singing my heart out to Lynard Skynard’s Tuesday’s Gone, and looking up mid-song to my dad smiling at me. “That was my favorite song when I was growing up.”
I’m really going to miss this.
- Dad's phone: Say a command!
- Dad: Pick up the ice cream bowl off the floor and put it in the dishwasher.
- Dad's phone: Did you say, call 5345565878?
- Dad: No, silly phone!
- Dad's phone: I'm sorry, your command was not recognized. Good bye!
Operation K-roger: successful.
Parental appreciation.
And here’s me being sad that Liam was getting all the attention.
Hi Papi.
I’m sitting at my kitchen table filling out college apps while my papi sits across from me doing his work. I quite enjoy these moments of silence that we share together.
